Eyes dry and aired from being wide open, like the churchs doors for every wild sinner to confess into the marble walls exactly what no one has been waiting to hear, but with all the confidence in the world dry eyes shakes down the completion of championship thoughtless art like these yippes staring at a Colon Pollock deciding on which color scrambled egg he will buy, obviously the culture is in the cornsyrup captured in carbohydrates and cancerous hormones so survive at your own risk, throw your arms up shout mased potatoe and let your brain do the twist.